I have no horse in this debate,
I swear the first time I read this it said "I have no horse in this stable," The mind is a wacky thing.
That article about having big brothers increasing the chance a guy is gay is...weird. Why are people even studying this?
I mean, normally I'm all about Finding Stuff Out, but it seems to me that if homosexuality is determined to be genetic, then there will be a tremendous push to develop a "cure." Yet, if it's determined to be environmental or choice, pressure will increase to get therapy to "fix" it or not choose it. No win situation. Better to leave it ambiguous.
Which it probably is anyway, neither nature nor nuture in all cases.
Off to watch the next ep of Life of Mammals, which I believe is the one with the Southern Right Whale and his 1-ton testes and 12-foot-ling prehensile penis. It's not much, but watching this show is what I've got as an act of solidarity with billytea for the massive 12' reaming Australia just got.
On teh Gay front, for some reason, this really irritates me
OTOH, gay oldest brothers find it amusing.
Based entirely on my unscientific sample of one, namely, me.
it's just that I truly blow at the "in a timely fashion" part of the whole deal.
I just love you, JZ. I sent out my nieces' Christmas presents about March. Their birthdays were in March, but I did not include birthday presents then. No, the birthday presents are sitting in my living room. I would say that I am such a bad aunt, but they are really pretty cool prezzies, both Christmas and birthday.
Personally, I would rather get a totally awesome present a week late than a lame one on my actual birthday.
Yes this.
Okay, actually, I don't care one bit about the timing of presents. I just like getting them.
Oh my God, I've been on hold for over half an hour being transferred back and forth between people who apparently have no idea how to hell to get me to talk to someone in the goddamn ortho clinic. I'm just going to assume my shoulder is healing fine and then invent my own freaking physical therapy.
Yarg. Halfway through a small bowl of ziti with goat cheese, fresh basil and cherry tomatoes from the cafeteria, I encountered a ziti covered with what looks not at all like pepper or any other known spice, but in fact like a dusting of black mold. Or possibly kitchen-floor grit. In either case, lunch is over.
Eww. Are you going to take it back to the cafeteria?
In Pittsburgh, where my dad was doing a residency, I was eating some macaroni in the hospital cafeteria when I bit into something hard. I thought it was uncooked macaroni, but it turned out my first tooth had fallen out. It was small and white and looked like a tooth, and I almost ate it.
I just spat it out and threw it away and I'll go rinse my mouth in a second. If I were more civic-minded I'd take it back down to the caf because the lunch rush is just starting and they really shouldn't have the EW FUCKING GROSS out there poisoning staff and students and patients' families, but I just feel disgruntled and disinclined to scoop it back up out of the trash, trundle back down four flights of stairs, argue with the cashiers over $1.50 worth of pasta, and then stand there for another 20 minutes while various staff and supervisors are called and they try to figure out whose responsibility it is to get it out of there (um, yes, I have alerted them to skeevy foods before, so unfortunately I know the procedure).
I really need to never eat there again.
